503 (BONUS) Lyrics

You been tip-toeing to me

What's the cam spy?

Tryna get higher than me

Bitch you cant fly

I been grabbing on my grove

Can't let those grams dry

I just sat here writing poems and all my plants died

Set my watch to maritime an hit the deep end

Hit willamette

I'm a salmon, thats my green skin

Send my crows to eat your crops an make your wheat thin

All my homies turn to junkies, tell 'em lean in

In the desert

In the dust, whip look like Mad Max

Hop up in it

Pull the clutch, and said your ass is grass

Cut the mountain range in half

To let the boulder pass

With the canyon it created, never looking back

I like my blunts in 2's an 3's brother

It's in the trunk lemme get the keys brother

See brother

We the undefeated regime, brother

Get out my truck

Get out my woods

Get out my stream, brother

Stack my figures so maleficent

I can't tell ya what division is

I like my fives an my sixes bitch

Smoke my weed, what my life sentence is

Then you go pick up prescriptions bitch

Then you tell me what addiction is

Look at these streets, my city beautiful

We get stuck here so unrefusable